Your blood is consuming me,
I can hear your pulse and it's calling me.
Bloodshot eyes and pale skin,
midnight black hair and a waist thats so thin.
We are outside in the middle of the night,
surrounded by the scary forest yet it feels so right.
You're on your knees crying and begging for your pathetic life,
It's no use, you chosed to roam the forest without a knife.
Now brace yourself for the darkness,
as your body becomes empty and lifeless.
YOU ARE READING
Variety of Poems
Poetryit's sort of a collection of dark love poems and other random topics or ideas.
